For years now I have sat down many a time to put pen to paper
and recount my tale, but for various reasons I have always
stopped short of actually doing it.  Now however, I believe the
time is right to put my memories onto paper.  This tale is that
of my mother and I and the very special love we shared and
experienced.  There are those of you who will say I was abused,
molested, or taken advantage of, but I, being the one whom was
involved here, take a different look on things.  From my view
point it was a very special and wonderful experience that unless
you have been in the situation you could never fully understands.
  Please do not try and judge unless you have been there yourself
and have a perspective from which to make an educated reaction.
	Why now you may ask? Well my mother has been gone for several
years now, and through the lens of time things begin to get foggy
so before I loose all these precious memories I thought I should
finally put them down in writing.  So what follows is exactly
what happened, to the best my memory can afford me, given that
some of this happened in the very heat of passions, and the mind
can and will fill in the minute details when they elude one ’s
self.  Other than that, the tale which follows is as accurate as
can possible be written, from my perspective.



Chapter One: The Beginning

	My mother and I had always been very close, though we argued as
any mother and son will.  You see, my Father had run out on her
when he learned she was pregnant.  She re-married a couple of
years later to the man whom I knew as my dad and the father of my
half-sister.  That too sadly ended when I was six as they
divorced.  Not long after my 7th birthday my dad died leaving my
mother with two children on her own.  My mother was a smart
woman, she worked hard in school, became a paralegal, and later
in life an attorney, trusting us kids to various wonderful
babysitters while she tried to make a better life for all of us.
What makes things a bit more interesting was the fact that
growing up, from the time I hit my pre-teen years everyone
thought my mother was my older sister, as mom had me when she was
only 16 years old, and she had such a small lithe figure that she
herself looked barely at 28.
	As I was growing up there was no the usual stigma against a son
seeing his mother in various states of undress.  There were many
a time I would sit on the side of the bath tub and talk to mom
while she soaked in a hot bath, and I thought nothing of this. 
For me it wasn’t unusual to see her either nude in the bath or
wearing a very skimpy night gown; it was normal in our house. 
Nothing ever occurred to me until I began to hit puberty and
realized a sexual side to myself.  It is then that I began to
notice her in a whole new way.
	As I have already said my mom had a very slim figure with nice
B-Cup breast and a thick carpet of almost jet black pubic hair,
which she kept neatly trimmed yet full.  Though I had my stash of
playboy and penthouse magazines from age 11 I often had fantasies
about being with my mom.  In the years since I have learned that
this is a normal thing for boys at that age.  I would awaken in
the middle of the night from a very erotic dream in which mom and
I were locked together in a lustful embrace only to find that I
had cum all over myself.  I couldn’t get the thoughts out of my
head.  Possibly it was caused by our casual relationship or
because of our closeness or because nature in general.  Then one
afternoon, in September, before my 13th birthday things for us
changed in a very dramatic way.
	Mom always worked late, sometimes as late as 7 o’clock at night,
so I figured that after getting in from school and having an hour
and a half before my sister came home that I was safe for a
little time with rosy palm.  I hurried to my room and stripped
naked before laying on the bed and indulging in one of my
favorite fantasies.  I was fully hard and well on my way to
stroking myself to a very powerful orgasm when all of a sudden my
bedroom door opened and in walked my mom. Just imagine my shock
and surprise at the situation and the overwhelming embarrassment
given that I was just thinking about her while stroking myself,
only to have her walk in on me.
	I sat there trying to cover myself and stammered apology after
apology.  Telling her how sorry I was and that I would never do
it again and anything else I could think of at that moment.  To
my surprise she didn’t scold me, she didn’t tell me what I was
doing was wrong, she wasn’t mad, and she didn’t turn around
embarrassed and walk out of the room.  To my surprise she merely
stood there looking at me for what seemed to be the longest
minute of my life up until then.  I didn’t to know what to think
as she sat there not saying anything and just looking at me. 
Should I be scared, frightened that she had found me, upset that
I had been thinking about her, or embarrassed for what I was
doing, none of these seemed to fit though.
	I looked straight into her eyes trying to read what was going on
in her mind and was coming up a complete blank.  She stared
straight back into me and I felt as if she were trying to figure
out exactly what I had been thinking.  Upon thinking this I began
to blush a deep scarlet red and I knew then that she knew what I
had been fantasizing about.  Instead of leaving my room, or
yelling at me, or telling me what I was having a fantasy about
was wrong, instead she slowly walked over to my bed and for the
first time she reached her hand out and took me into her hand.
	I was instantly hard again not knowing what to think or do.  I
sat there dumbly watching her as she began to stroke me.  For
what seemed like an eternity, though I know it couldn’t have been
more than a couple of minutes, she sat there on the edge of my
bed with my cock in her soft smooth hands gently stroking me back
and forth.  As she looked deeply into my eyes and her hands
worked my small cock my body began to respond in a way that I
never knew possible.  My mind kept telling me that my fantasy was
coming true and my heart soared with the fact that I was
experiencing this with my mom.  All of a sudden I was erupting a
huge load of cum all over her arms, her neck, and her chest.  To
her credit mom just sat there continuing to stroke me and smiling
very lovingly at me as my first orgasm not induced by me coursed
through my body.
	Now, for those of you have never experienced it, I can tell you
first hand the very intimate emotion of being with the one person
whom you trust more than anything, the one person you love more
than anything is the most powerful thing you can ever experience.
 Sitting there recovering from a powerful orgasm, looking deep
into my mother’s eyes, knowing that my cum was soaking into the
fabric of her shirt was overwhelming and I began to get hard
almost instantly.  Mom again said nothing but led the way for my
inexperienced self.
	She reached down, pulled off her shirt.  Somehow her bra was
missing so as her shirt came up over her chest her breasts fell
to my gaze.  I knew she was more than ok with the situation as a
smile crept across her face when I gave a deep inhale of breath
seeing her upper body exposed.  Mom flashed me an impish grin as
she stood up and sensuously lowered her skirt and panties to the
floor.  I could hardly catch my breath.  I had seen mom in this
state many times in the past, but this time she was something
different, something lovelier, something more loving, and
something suddenly right before me in a very sexual way.  I had
no idea what she had in mind as she moved back onto my bed but I
was about to find out.
	Again, not a word was said; she just pushed her way onto the
bed, laid back, and to my absolute amazement spread her legs open
with her knees bent.  I must have looked a complete dullard
sitting there staring at her, but I couldn’t pull my eyes from
her open pussy.  Her dark patch of pubic hair was glistening with
wetness and the faint scent of her drifted to my nose.  I watched
in utter amazement as she reached down with one hand and gently
spread her lips, showing me her most private of places, the place
I had come from.  She wantonly displayed herself for me, letting
me take in all that she was, and then motioned for me to come to
her.
	I had no idea what to do, but she gently guided me on top of
her.  Our lips came together and we kissed softly, lovingly.  Our
tongues dancing around one another, tasting one another, getting
to know one another as we hadn’t known one another before.  While
our kiss remained unbroken I felt her reaching between us and
gently taking my cock back into her hand.  She guided me to her
very hot and very wet opening and reached back up to embrace me
in a lovers hug.  I looked down into her eyes and she just nodded
at me and raised her hips up slightly.  Though a slight movement
it was enough to push the head of my cock into her pussy.
	The thoughts running through my mind at that moment I cannot
even begin to describe though I will try.   Here I was, the
ultimate fantasy of most boys coming true, laying there in my
mother’s arms, feeling the ultimate love from her.  In the midst
of all of that, I was so much more; my cock was inching its way
into the very woman I came out of.  The hot wetness that was
enveloping me was so much more knowing that it was my mother,
that I was surrendering my self to her and her to me in that way.
 The feel of being back inside of her was overwhelming and I
began to move slowly in and out of her, burring more and move of
me in her until all of me was seated within her pussy.
	I could do nothing but collapse on top of her while she held me
tight.  We both moved in unison as I withdrew and pushed back
into her.  I could feel every ripple of her pussy as she gripped
at me.  Her juices were flowing like a river and soon coated both
of our groin areas.  My balls pushed up into the valley of her
ass on each in thrust and our pubic hairs intertwined on each
pull outwards.  We both moaned softly to one another as we made
love for the first time.  It took only a matter of minutes for
both of our passions to build to the point we were both ready to
explode.
	Both of us moaning and not wanting to break the moment exploded
in a mutual orgasm that caught us both by surprise.  I felt
myself empty deep within my mother’s womb, the very pussy that
gave me life, while I felt her spasm on my cock, the very one
which she brought into this world was giving her pleasure.  I
think we were both swept away by the sheer emotion of cumming
together and just held the embrace through it all.  Even as she
calmed down and my cock began to shrink I stayed deep inside of
her and we both just laid there and held one another.  The moment
that passed between us seemed to last for an eternity and we both
laid in one another’s arms just relishing in the emotion of what
just took place between us.  Knowing that our relationship would
never be the same again we both finally disengaged and she kissed
me softly on the lips and headed out of my room.  Needless to say
I walked around on cloud 9 for the remainder of the day and fell
asleep that night more in love with mom than I had ever been.


	
Chapter Two: The Talk

	This is the second chapter of my tale, and I beg you forgive any
indulgence I take here; I am trying to remember the best I can so
you can assume the dialog is a bit different, but the meaning of
it is the same.  This all took place and I have tried my best to
retell it is accurately as possible, but again time and memory
have a funny way with things, but again, the meaning is still the
same no matter what.


	The day was a complete blur for me, as I couldn’t think about
anything in school.  I just kept reliving the previous afternoon
over and over in my head.  I even faked a stomach ache in PE so I
wouldn’t have to dress out and reveal to everyone that I was as
hard as a rock; a state I had been in just about all day.  The
day thankfully came to a close and I rushed home from the bus
stop, eager to give myself a little relief.  I knew that just
remembering all the details and jacking myself off wouldn’t fully
satisfy me, but I also knew that was as close as I was going to
get to relieving my raging cock and aching balls. Imagine my
surprise when I saw mom’s car in the garage.
	“Mom,” I called rushing into the house.
	“In the kitchen baby,” she replied.
	Mom was seated at the breakfast bar and looking stunning as
ever.  My mind was turning a thousand different directions and I
couldn’t hold onto a single thought for even a second.  Just
being alone with her again was intoxicating, an given that I had
been thinking about yesterday’s activities ever since I was
instantly in a state of massive arousal.
	“Come sit baby, I wanna talk to you,” she said as she patted the
spot on the bar across from her.
	“Sure mom, what’s wrong?” I must have sounded apprehensive
because her face seemed to just melt as I took my seat.
	“Nothing baby, but we need to have a talk; a talk about
yesterday.”
	“Ummm ok.” My arousal was instantly gone.  I knew she was about
to tell me it was all a horrible horrible mistake, that she was
high or something and that it would never happen again or
something along those lines.
	“First sweetie, I need you to know that what happened yesterday
was not a bad thing,” my face lit up again as she spoke. “But,
having said that, I do have to say some things to you.”
	“Ok mom.  What do you mean?”
	“First off, you know, without saying, that you cannot ever tell
anyone about it.  If you were to even forget and mention it I
would get into a lot of trouble and you and I wouldn’t even live
together anymore.”
	“Ohhhh I know mom.  I would never tell anyone about it.  It was
to nice to even think about sharing.”
	“Are you sure baby?”
	“Of course mom.  What happened yesterday was so wonderful.  I
haven’t been able to stop thinking about it or about you since
then.”
	“I am so glad you feel that way baby because I do to.  That’s
going to be one of the problems though.  You have to know that no
matter what I am still your mother and you are still my child. “
	“Well yeah mom, I know that.”
	“No, what I mean is, I will still treat you like my son. 
Irregardless of what happened I’m not going to change the way I
am with you.  I won’t cut you any extra slack, I won’t let you
get away with anything more, and I won’t worry that if I punish
you that you will run off and tell someone,” I started to
interrupt her here to tell her I would never do anything like
that but she just shushed me and continued talking, “because if I
did that then we would no longer be parent and child and I just
cannot have that.  Do you understand?”
	“Yes mom.  I would never tell anyone and I don’t want to change
any of that.”
	“Good because that will all stay the same.  That was the first
thing.  The second thing is I need you to know that what happened
yesterday was not because of my own selfish desires.  I didn’t do
it because I was horny, and I know you know what that means, and
I didn’t do it because I wasn’t having sex, and I didn’t do it
because I like boys.  I get plenty of sex…”
	“Yeah I know.” I interpreted laughing, “I here you and Tom,”
(name changed to protect the unknowing), “all the time.”
	“Yeah, I can imagine you can, I know I can get pretty loud
sometimes,” mom laughed. “But that’s beside the point.  What
happened happened because I wanted it to, and I think you did as
well.”
	“Yeah, I did.” I blushed.
	“I know, I’ve seen the way you have looked at me the last year.
At first I thought it was just curiosity about how a woman looks,
until I found your playboy stash that is.”
	“You what?”
	“Shhhhhh, don’t interrupt me.  Like I was saying, I thought it
was just curiosity, then I figured out, like most boys you have
thought from time to time about me.  Am I right?”
	“Ummmmm, yeah, I guess so,” now I was embarrassed at mom for
knowing my fantasies even though just the day before we had lived
one of them out.
	“See, I am not that dumb huh? So anyhow, I began thinking about
things.”
	“What things mom?”
	“I’m getting there if you will let me.  I began thinking about
how in the old days kids learned about sex from their parents as
everyone slept in the same room or sometimes in the same bed. 
You kids now, well I talked with you about sex in very broad
terms, and I know you have the playboys and I’m sure some other
stuff I haven’t found,  and you have that sanitized stuff they
teach you in school, but what do you really know?”
	“Well I know a lot,” I began but again was interrupted.
	“That was rhetorical baby,” mom interrupted giggling, “I am sure
you think you know a lot, but you don’t.  there is so much more
to sex and love making that what you will find in those magazines
sweetheart, and a whole lot more than what you will get from
school.  Not to mention whatever else your friends and you talk
about.  So I figured I would show you, at least a little bit. 
That way you have some basis for when you do decide the time is
right to be with a girl your own age.”
	“Oooookay,” was about all I could say at this point, once again
knowing that it would never happen again.  But at least I did get
to enjoy it and I had the memory of it burned into my head.
	“Now, all of that being said…..I have a proposal for you,” my
head instantly snapped up and looked right into her eyes, maybe
all was not lost. “If, and that’s a big if, you can keep it all
to yourself, no bragging to your friends, no talking about it to
anyone, and no change in your behavior at all towards me, and you
want it, I will teach you and show you and help you and guide
you.”
	“Sure!” I replied a bit more enthusiastic than I ment to, almost
yelling it.
	“Whooooo, hold on there sonny boy.  That does not mean there
aren’t some rules to that as well.”
	“What do you mean mom?”
	“I mean there will be some very hard and fast rules about
anything that happens between you and I, and if you don’t agree
to them all then yesterday is all that will ever happen.  Got
it?”
	“Of course mom.  What rules?”  I asked more excited than ever.
	“First off, your sister can never know about it.  That means
nothing can happen where she would find us or find out about it
afterwards.”
	“Oh yeah, of course not.  We can just wait until she’s outside
or something.”
	“No baby, she goes to bed much earlier than you do.  I know your
bed time is 9:30, but I also know you never actually go to bed
until after 11.  She goes to bed at 8:30 and is asleep by 9, so
after that we can be together, sometimes.”
	“Sometimes mom?”
	“Yeah sometimes.  That brings me to my second rule, What goes on
between us is very very special and cannot be over done,
otherwise it will loose it’s magic.  When you and I were together
in that way yesterday it was very special to me,”
	“Me too mom,”
	“Please baby, let me talk.  It was very special to me, but not
in a grownup way.  There are times I need Tom and I won’t lie and
say that that is the same thing because it’s not.  I won’t give
up my time with Tom or any other grownup I choose and you have to
understand that.”
	“Ohhh ok mom.  I understand.”
	“No, I need you to really understand this.  I will teach you and
guide you, but you are my baby boy, I will never think of you as
a lover, you must know that.  I will keep my adult love life and
in time you will have your own girlfriends.  I would never be
jealous of that, just as I ask you not to be jealous of my
relationships.  If you cannot do that then we cannot do anything
else.”
	“I know mom.  Tom knows what he is doing and I don’t, so I can
understand.”
	“That’s not it baby,” mom sighed, “it’s just a different type of
relationship.  I don’t expect you to understand it right now, but
one day you will.  You have to promise me though that you will
not feel left out if you hear me and someone other than you being
intimate.”
	“I promise, I swear.  I won’t feel left out.  Mom, what happened
yesterday was wonderful and I would never do anything to hurt
you.  If you need to be with Tom then I fully understand.”
	“Ok baby, just making sure.  Now rule three; and this is a big
one baby, if you and I are ever together you have to do what you
are told and listen very carefully to me.”
	“I will mom, you know that.”
	“No baby, you see, yesterday we were both caught up in the
moment and I forgot something, if I tell you something once you
have to remember it, even if I don’t.”  At this point I had such
a quizzical look on my face she had to have noticed. “What I mean
to say, is birth control isn’t 100 percent effective.  Even after
5 years I still make Tom wear a condom, well most of the time.”
	“Ohhhhhh, ok.”
	“But with you that has to be an every time thing.  If were were
to slip up and have an accident…….well it would be very very bad.
 You understand right?”
	“Yeah of course mom.  Never jump out of a plane without a
parachute.  Right?”
	“Right baby,” mom laughed. “ I have never heard it put that way,
but very right.”
	“But mom, ummmmm well,” I stammered.
	“I will find some that will fit you baby, don’t worry.”
	“Ok mom.”
	“Now, that we have that settled.  The nest thing is, No means
no.  If I tell you no on something that’s my final word.  Ok?”
	“Ummm ok.”
	“We will talk about things and you may want to try them, or you
may want something and I don’t, or a hundred other things, but no
means no.  That doesn’t just go for me young man but all women in
general.”
	“Ok.”
	“So you understand that?  If I tell you know, what does that
mean?”
	“It means no mom”
	“Right.  Don’t ask me about it again in 5 minutes, or 10 minutes
or whatever.  If I tell you no, then don’t ask again.  Got it?”
	“Got it.”
	“Right, the last rule then; If you ever want to stop being with
me, or I want to stop being with you then it ends.  No coercion,
no trying to make it happen, no bullshit at all.  If one of us
wants it to the stop then it stops.  Got it?”
	“Got it mom.”
	“This is a biggie baby, I am serious.  I won’t try and persuade
you if you ever tell me you don’t want it to continue, and you
cannot, under any circumstances, try and persuade me if I tell
you no more.   If you cannot live with that then you need to say
so right now.”
	“I get it mom.  I promise.”
	“Good.  So I think that about covers it, I don’t think I forgot
anything. Oh one more thing.”
	“Yes mom?”
	“I love you baby.”
	“I love you too mom.”
	Mom sat there smiling at me for a minute or more.  We just
looked at each other and enjoyed the moment, neither wanting to
spoil it by saying anything to break the spell between us.  We
had just laid out the framework of a new relationship for the two
of us.  A mother willing and wanting to teach her son the wonders
of intimacy, and a son eager to learn from the woman he loved
more than anything.  She could have laid out a thousand rules and
I would have been happy with them, and I think she knew it. 
After what had happened and the talk we had just had I was so
very much in love with her that I would have done anything for
her, little did I know how much more that love would grow.
	“Well baby, if you think you can live by all of those rules come
give your old mother a kiss.”
	“You’re not old mom.”  I simply replied as I stood up and went
to kiss her lovingly on the cheek.
	“That’s not the kiss I meant baby,” mom replied taking my face
in her hands and guiding my lips to hers.
	We had kissed while in the midst of passions yesterday, but this
was something more.  This was something very magical and
reassuring. This was a kiss that was sealing the deal we has just
made. Mom was to be my teacher, my coach, my lover, and I was to
be her student and pupil.  The moment her lips parted and our
tongues touched was electric and the very thought of what was
transpiring between us overwhelmed me.  I would lie here if I
didn’t tell you that honestly, that kiss alone and the meaning
behind it was enough to make me orgasm right then and there.  Mom
of course knew this and tot his day I swear I felt her have a
small one herself while we kissed.
	“Mmmmm, baby, you really learn fast how to kiss,” mom sighed
breaking the seal of our lips. “Now go clean yourself up and get
changed.  Your sister will be home in a little while, and as it
is Friday I think tonight I’ll see if she can’t sleep at a
friend’s house.  That way we can have some real time together.”
With that mom turned and headed for her bedroom, leaving me
standing there with my pants full of cum and a mind filled with
ecstasy and love.




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